Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 1122 One whip and one stick are full of blood and iron
Chapter 1123 One whip and one stick are full of blood and iron
After the words fell, the two looked at each other.

Probably because of the misunderstanding last night, the two of them didn't like each other no matter how they looked at each other. They glanced at each other and turned away together.

Fang Que went to get the crossbow, and Ji Jin also wanted to get it. The two men were pulling the small crossbow, one from the left and the other from the right, not letting go of each other.

"This Qianfang Nu was built by an uncle in the clan who is proficient in making weapons in the past two years. Everyone in the clan has sons who lead servants, but why is this slave here?" Ji Jin carefully identified the crossbow. The structure was found to be exactly the same as that made at home.

Ji Jin tried harder, trying to take the small crossbow completely.

Fang Que, however, did not relax at all, tightly grasping the other end of the crossbow, and said: "My master traveled around the world. The year before last, his old man traveled to all countries. In a second-hand shop, he found a miscellaneous notes on craftsman. There is this Wanli Nu, the master was curious for a while, and he did it himself, and the finished product was like this, and in the miscellaneous notes, there are three locks in the position of the buckle of the crossbow. After the master changed it by himself, he changed it to one, saying so It is simpler and lighter, so what you are holding in your hand is the Wanli Nu created by my master, you still don't let go?"

Ji Jin's golden pupils shone through the veil, shining sharply and brightly: "The terrain in Lingzhou is steep, and there have been many battles. In order to protect the tribe, I, Ji Jiaerlang, have always built a private company. There are not many people, but the weapons each brother wears , They were all made by the family workshop. I watched the uncle in the clan make this Qianfang Nu with a piece of pig iron. As for the lock you mentioned, the world knows that the Zheng Nu is a A lock, this thousand-square lock is originally changed according to the original shape, so naturally it is also a lock."

"Heh, are you joking? Where did you get the face to say it belongs to your family? Has your name been engraved?"

"I didn't engrave my family's name, did you engrave your family's name? This is clearly from my family!"

"It was made by my master!"

"It belongs to my family!"

"Hey, it belongs to my family!"

Seeing that the two of them were quarreling more and more, a battle was about to start at any time, Liu Wei quickly put down her chopsticks and snatched the slave away.

Losing the object of contest in their hands, the two girls were stunned for a moment, and then they all looked over.

Liu Wei threw the crossbow to Rong Leng, bent her finger, and knocked on the table: "Dinner first."

The two girls didn't move, they just looked at her for a moment.

Liu Wei took a bite of shredded chicken, and said: "Although I didn't expect that this crossbow would be related to you, but it's a big deal, let me have a meal first, and talk about it one by one when it's used up."

In the end, Fang Que and Ji Jin didn't eat well for this breakfast, and they were very angry.

When Liu Wei finished his meal, he called the two to the room and asked them separately, their tone was extremely aggrieved.

Ji Jin said: "Cousin, this is really made by the uncles in the clan. At that time, when I heard that I wanted to make a crossbow that was lighter than the Zhengnu, and could be lifted by a ten-year-old child with one hand, but the lethality was not inferior to that of a normal big nun. There was even a commotion in the clan because of this, the Qianfang Nu was supervised and followed by the patriarch himself from drawing to changing to casting. Uncle Sixteen also participated in the production, and Brother Xing also helped to forge iron. Fang Nu, but it took nine months for our tribe to scrap a pile of pig iron as high as a mountain to make it!"

Fang Que said: "Senior Brother, you also know Master's temper. He likes to mess with those messy things the most. After I brought back the Miscellaneous Book, I put it on the bookcase in his room. I was still wondering what was in the room. There was such a tattered thing, and I almost threw it away. Fortunately, the master arrived in time and snatched it back. Later, he made the Wanli Nuo and let Yuran and I try it. Yuran is not good at using brats, so this thing is just dust when it is made, and it has been stored in the study for more than two years. If I didn't see it today, I would have forgotten it, but who would have thought that someone would pretend to be hers? , I’m really shameless, I don’t even want to give this broken thing to me, what’s the use of me snatching it? But it’s absolutely true, this is what Master made, you can’t just let others take advantage of it!”

In the two guest rooms, the two girls are desperately explaining their views to their brothers and sisters.

Half an hour later, Liu Wei and Rong Leng met in the corridor.

"What do you think?" Liu Wei asked, rubbing her chin.

Rong Leng's face was clear and shallow, he pondered for a while, and then asked: "Could it be that what the two of you said is true?"

Liu Wei shook his head: "How could it be such a coincidence that the exact same thing was created by two different people? In my opinion, this crossbow was made by your master. You don't know the virtues of the Ji family? You stole it. How could they not do such a despicable and shameless thing by copying it and pretending to have made it by themselves? However, who did it is not important for the time being, the important thing is, how did this thing get into Hu Bing's hands?"

That's right, whether it was made by Rong Leng's master or Ji's family, it is impossible for this thing to be handed down to the queen.

Rong Leng's master is an expert, far away from the world, he made something out of his own interest, and just put it aside for fun, there is no possibility of selling it to the dignitaries in the court.

His old man does not lack this money.

As for the Ji family, all the weapons and weapons of the Ji family are used to defend against the imperial court, and it is too late for those who are hiding in the capital, so how could they give this new type of weapon to the traitors of the Ji family with both hands?

Neither possibility makes sense.

……

On the other side, in the cold dungeon, the humid air made it difficult to breathe.

Fu Hongda was only wearing a thin underwear. He curled himself up by the innermost corner of the cellar, curled up into a ball, and his mind was running fast.

Not far from him, lay a dying man covered in blood. The identity of this man was just that two days ago, he had called him a brother and brother, laughed and talked about political affairs with him, and was an ambitious ally of foreign powers.

But at this moment, compared to his lack of food and clothing, the situation of this former ally is much worse than him.

This is the temporary dungeon of the garrison barracks. It was transformed from a cellar. The environment is desolate. At the same time, the interrogation methods of soldiers are different from those of civil servants. They range from beatings and scolding to severe punishments. Every whip and stick is full of iron and blood. , as if trying to beat out the soul of a person.

Fu Hongda was not beaten. He has not been interrogated since the night he was imprisoned, but the snake breeders were carried away one after another, covered in blood every day, and sent back with more blood. The doctor gave him medical treatment, and he was afraid that he would have trouble making it through the night.

Fu Hongda didn't have any extra kindness to take care of this defeated old friend. He only hoped that after this person died, those soldiers would show mercy to his subordinates, and he could be frank and lenient, and tell everything he knew, everything he knew. Let me tell you, these flesh and blood pains are really beyond what a literati can bear.

From the corner of the sauce jar, there was a rustling sound.

Fu Hongda glanced over casually, and saw a fang-toothed mouse with scarlet eyes staring straight at him.

The hairs on his back immediately stood up, and Fu Hongda shrank himself into the corner more closely. He is not afraid of mice, but the mice here are different from the wild mice outside. The mice here are crazy, and they will die if they touch human flesh. It's going to jump up and bite, it must bite off a piece of your skin!

He saw with his own eyes these rats pounce on the snake keeper, biting his face and limbs so pitted, no matter how hard the snake keeper struggled, it was of no avail.

Fu Hongda was afraid, he was afraid that these mice would find him, he didn't want his life to end up on such a group of inferior beasts.

(End of this chapter)